After the Divorce, Me and My Tyrant Ex-husband Got Transmigrated as a Farmers in the Ancient Times

boom!

Xia Shanshan had already slammed the door, and Xia Qianqian's face turned blue with anger, and quickly picked up the clothes, patted them ashes, folded them carefully, and put them back in the cabinet.

In a mess, she has to mend the skirts that Xia Shanshan has twisted, otherwise she will have no clothes to wear for the sacrifice tomorrow.

"It's so despicable." Xia Qianqian found the needle and thread, but couldn't start with the skirt that had been broken into two sections—she couldn't be female.

I can only go out and find someone to fix it.

Xia Qianqian hugged her clothes and went out to find Liu Zhenzhen for help.

Liu Zhenzhen lived next door and immediately agreed upon hearing her needs. As the two of them were talking, Li Cui opened the door and came out.

Li Cui dressed very glamorously today, and laughed: "Mending up skirts? It's ridiculous. Yangliu Village is so poor that people can't stand it. If I were you, I would go out and buy a new set immediately!"

Xia Qianqian was in a bad mood, so he glared at Li Cui, but didn't argue with her.

Li Cui refused to follow him: "Xia Qianqian, I have heard all the quarrel between you and Xia Shanshan. It turns out that you did Han Yuqing's wrestling."

"Shut up, that's what Xia Shanshan did, and it has nothing to do with me. Furthermore, I have taken her to find Han Yuqing to apologize. Miss Han is generous and doesn't care about her, so naturally it is not your turn to talk." Xia Qianqian Her face sank, and her conversation suddenly changed, "Do you know why Xia Shanshan is afraid of me?"

Li Cui shrank inexplicably: "Because you are the eldest sister."

"No, because I have beaten invincible hands in Yangliu Village. Regardless of men and women of all ages!" Xia Qianqian twisted his neck and deliberately made the joints rattle.

Li Cui took a few steps back quickly, staring at Xia Qianqian vigilantly.

Liu Zhenzhen pursed his lips and smiled, pulling Xia Qianqian into the room: "Come in, I'll help you fix it, my female celebrity is very good..."

"Hmm!"

Li Cui stomped angrily, she remembered it! Xia Qianqian in Yangliu Village!

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The next day, the winter solstice

Every year on this day, every household makes dumplings to make sacrifices to their ancestors. Conditional meat dumplings, unconditional cabbage dumplings. Mobile vendors have also become active, selling meat and tofu from village to village.

Qin's special devotion to the winter festival is that he burns incense and washes his hands early in the morning to prepare dumpling filling.

She has always been frugal, and today she went to the village entrance to buy half a catty of pork.

Xia Yunyun panicked: "Mother, do we really have meat dumplings today?"

"Yes! We will prepare dumplings for ancestor worship in the morning, and we will eat them together when your elder sister returns." Qin said gently. Although she has bad eyes, she is good at making dumplings. Make noodles, roll noodles...In a short while, roll out a small pile of round dumpling wrappers.

Xia Qianqian sat and watched Qin making dumplings, admiring him: "Mother, you are so amazing!"

"The craftsmanship I have learned since childhood." Qin said with a smile, startled for a moment. Since childhood?

"Mother, when I grow up, you teach me to make dumplings too!"

Qin nodded in a daze, and another voice sounded in his ears, which was also a sweet and soft childlike voice, but it was clearly a boy saying: "Sister, when I grow up, you teach me to make dumplings!"

who is it? Who is calling her sister? Who wants to learn how to make dumplings?

She worked hard to run her brain, but she couldn't remember it, and she had a splitting headache.

"Ah, my head—"

The rolling pin in Qin's hand fell to the ground with a bang. She held her head in both hands and squatted in pain.

Xia Yunyun was terrified, and hurriedly jumped off the small bench: "Mother, what's wrong with you, mother?"